POV: Draco... Play the song lovers... 😍😏

I awoke to Granger's luscious arse pressed against my wizarding package as I spooned her from behind...

I wanted to wake her in way she's never experienced before.

I moved her sleeping beauty to lay on her back, viewing every inch of her nakedness from my vantage point of gluttonous lust in my steel grey descriptors of deviant rebellions.

I gently hovered above her body with my arms straightened on either side of her. I brought my lips to the left side of her neck, trying to control my desired urging appetite to bite her and drink her like a bloody vampire. She brought out a side of me that could lead to dangerous activities leading to a hospital visit at St. Mungo's.

Our love was infinitely maddening... with just some of the evidence scarred into scabs on my back just from last night...

My massaging lips worked on her creamy soft neck. I wantonly opened my mouth to sample her natural vanilla essence, nibbling and stroking my tongue against her delicious nape, amorously caressing my tongue in slow seductive movements. She began to stir in her blissful slumber and sensually moan at my affections.

I opened my gape wider completely licking the middle of her throat, starting from her lower sweet spot, to all the way up to the top of her chin, licking her like a melting strawberry ice cream cone from Florean Fortescue's...

I voyaged my passionate kisses down to her collarbone and squeezing her ample breasts into my hands. Soon after, taking a morsel of each of her nipples into my mouth, feeling them harden inside of my wet portal, tasting Hermione on every single tastebud belonging to me.

I knew what her outside tasted of... know I wanted to taste her innermost cores...

I journeyed my kisses to her flat stomach breathing softly and making a quick stop to teasing her, licking the inside of her bellybutton, causing her to giggle in her rest.

I finally made my way to face her astonishing femininity, that had me as her own personal sex slave, to which my entire existence craved for.

I raised her knees up and gently widened them outwardly and surprisingly enough, she didn't wake. Hermione was a hard sleeper and I was about to arise her up with my stimulations...

I partook her slowly, bringing my lips to her lower lips that perfectly make her a witch. I eased my slippery vernacular onto her deluged sugarcane gates.

I tattered her tunneled mists of sucrose, instantly hearing her sexual moans becoming achingly louder and feeling her legs lower and straighten onto my shoulders, resting them on my back.

Unmistakably realizing she was now awake.

"Ooooohhh Drrraaacccooo, what in Newt Scamander's Beasts are you doing to me?! Uuuuhhhhaaaa!!" Her voice sexily crackled and hollered in ecstasy, arching her back in my further brushing strokes in her wavelengths, causing her entire body to quake at my talents.

She began pulling my long frosted hair, in the moment I forced myself even further into her. Circling my tongue around her tight ends of lushly narrowed walls... She screamed in exhilaration of flowing orgasms pulsating out of her, begging it to stop and cursing for it to never stop, in a tortured sentence of sexual climaxing ascendancy of a never-ending story...

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After I awoke her... and she arisen me...

I explained to Hermione our afternoon plans with my parents. She became so pale, she looked as if she were going to be sick at the exact time of my explanations.

Finally saying to me, "I'll do it for you, Draco..."

Hermione next told me, she didn't really have a proper outfit she should adorn to meet my parents. So I took my love to buy her the perfect afternoon dress at mum's favorite dress shop in Diagon Alley.

Twilfitt and Tattings...

It was the least I could do, considering how she must feel being around my family again and being in my family's home. With that being said, the last time she was there, she was being tormented by my devils of spawn, Aunt Bellatrix. I then remembered, that I hadn't noticed Hermione having the scar on her arm and I had yet to ask her when or how she removed it?

I sat in the lounge chair awaiting for Hermione to come out of the dressing room to make her exposé.

Suddenly... my heart stopped, my lungs halted in breaths, and my souls brightened, every time she entered a room.

Hermione's outfit! 😍😏❤️🖤

My deviant smirking self groaned in glory, standing to tell her how beautiful she looked and always looked...

"You are completely grotesque, Granger..." I teased her in our secret playlist language, snaking my hands around her waist and pulling her into my body snogging her neck. She hit my shoulder laughing and hunching her body over from my tickling her sides.

"Mister Malfoy, shall I charge the Malfoy account?" I heard the bluntly bleak and frigidly familiar voice of Miranda Priestly, talking to us from behind her counter, her being the owner of this shop for hundreds of years within her family and the Malfoy's always being loyal customers. She was permanently paused at around the age of sixty. Tall, cold, and extremely fashionably wealthy. Constantly looking down her beaked nose at you, through her chartreuse colored cat framed glasses.

"Yes, thank you Miranda." I expressed as she gave me scowling gaze and a disputed nod, not liking our love before her. Well, she could get bent for all I care...

Hermione and I were ready for tea with Mr. And Mrs. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy...

Merlin, or anyone help us.

We landed in the open greyed, granite, and grand foyer of Malfoy Manor. I instantly felt chills down my spine, feeling nervous from the cold silence of my home, that I used to find comforting.

Being home today was eerily prescient of my actions of being with Hermione. I knew I was going to pay my consequences, but she was worth every second of the pain.

"Master Draco, Miss. Granger..."

I heard Vera, The Malfoy's head house elf, calling for us from behind, standing on the stairwell leading to our formal dining room.

We wheeled around to face her, vowing to myself then and there, to hold onto Hermione with all of my power, feeling my arm pulsing through my veins of unnerving futures.

"Master Malfoy and Mistress Malfoy are waiting for your arrival in the lounge..." She tried to sound as serious as possible, nevertheless forgetting herself and giving us a wink.

She turned away, referencing us to follow her with the wave of her scrawny hand.

"Just be yourself darling. They eventually will love you. I promise..." I whispered to Hermione, while we walked hand in hand inside of my family's sitting place for formal tea.

She softly smiled with her hand slightly trembling in mine.

We entered the room and Vera respectfully announced us.

My parents stood out of there chairs to greet us. My mum hugged me and father and I shook hands. Thereupon, standing back to analyzing Hermione.

I made my introductions of the love of my life. Holding her protectively against me.

"Mum... Father... you remember Hermione, I presume?"

There was an extremely uncomfortable silence. My mum finally piped up first to break the tension.

"It's lovely seeing you again, Miss. Granger..." Mum paused and took Hermione's hand to shake hers. Hermione met her's honorably. "It's always a pleasure." Hermione made a slight joke with a delightful saucy attitude, giggling from her sweet nerves. Mum smirked through the right side of her mouth and examined her eyes on my love, surveying her from head to toe as my father still standing beside mum, doing the same... mum spoke again. "I see someone had a shopping day with Miranda. I do hope you charged the family account Draco, dear." Mum looked up at me with a unreadable glare.

"Of course." I announced, still gripping Hermione tightly to my side.

Father made his way to Hermione to offer his reintroductions. "Miss. Granger." Father darkly drawled, I could see the fear in Hermione's eyes, but her abilities to see past her enemies trying to intimidate her were awe inspiring. She never faltered. Keeping her stature strong and proud.

"Mr. Malfoy." She covertly checked him, meeting his match as though were watching a game of Wizards Chest.

Father addressed the situation making me almost flabbergasted...

"You know, I have to admit, I always liked your appealing sass, Miss. Granger. You're a fighter. I appreciate that type of witch."

Father smirked and chuckled to himself. Hermione smiled at him with shock and glee releasing pressure from everyone, except my mum? Mum appeared anxious about something? I couldn't put my finger on it?

Mum suddenly exhibited a powerful amount of stress looking like she might burst... dying to getting something off of her chest.

"Hermione, we all know what courage you have... and we are undoubtedly served with mixed emotions about you being with our son. Nevertheless, there are matters to attend... This is why we asked you both to meet with us here today. We know you two love each other... and we know we can not stop you. However, The Curse can. Our fears have already begun..."

Fucking hell... We hadn't even sat down yet and here mum goes with her psycho superstitious nonsense about the Malfoy Family Curse. I knew this shit was going to happen. I had had enough...

"This is complete bollocks! I'm done! Do you hear me mother?! Father this is blasphemy!! I've heard this rubbish my entire life!"

Father made his threatening orders at me...

"You're mum is right Draco... If you disrespect your mother in those tones again, you will answer to me. Is that understood?"

I glared back at him, returning my glowering animosity towards my father. If people only knew the things I had endured because of him...

"I'm not a child any longer, father. In case, you haven't noticed. I'm not afraid of you... do your worse."

Father and I bantered in our dares, dangerously.

Hermione conveyed her thoughts, creating a diversion, bringing us back to the current conversation.

"Draco, please... let's hear your parents out! You have no idea how lucky you are to still have your parents around you and care for you and love you! Curses are real Draco! There's obviously something alarming going on! We need to take this serious!" My love bellowed, and formed water drops in her brightly massively beautiful coco eyes.

Mum glided closer to Hermione and addressed her kindness for defending them. "Thank you, dear. I will reveal the legend to you now, as you wish..."

And mum blubbered the entire mythical fable to Hermione, I'd heard a thousand times over...

"No Malfoy Wizard, shall ever love a muggle or muggle born, or they shall be crucified by a treacherous life, leading unto death... The curse began from the famed dolorous Madame Dorinda, who confoundedly foredoomed and punished Draco's eight times great grandfather Xerxes Malfoy, because he broke the foolish heart of her muggle born daughter, Bethany."

"Xerxes and Bethany had a May-December love affair... All the while, Xerxes was still married to his wife. Xerxes was a powerful and wealthy wizard with means of influence over both sides of the community. Bethany was a poor muggle born witch, whose muggle father was a horseshoe maker, the local townspeople's farrier. That's how Bethany and Xerxes met, being as she helped her father during the summers and attended Hogwarts during the school year. She was seventeen and Xerxes was forty-five. They bonded over their love of Slytherin pride, having both belonging to the same house and their relationship of deplorable lust filled adultery unraveled..."

"Xerxes denounced Bethany and plagued her as the town whore, after she revealed she was carrying his child. Bethany's devastation lead to her death the following day... So Dorinda, the darkest witch in our world of magic, blightedly cursed our family for killing her only child and unborn grandchild."

"Xerxes was found dead in his home the following week, after Bethany died. Never coming to a conclusion as to how Xerxes succumbed to death. The only answer being a curse from Dorinda, later being foretold to Xerxes' widow. Dorinda disappeared after that. And no Malfoy man ever touched a muggle born again."

Mum concluded her story, I had been hearing my entire life. But this time, it was different...
she foretold it in a desperation of warnings...
She was overwhelmingly afraid with coursing tears in her eyes, flowing vastly down her cheeks.

She truly believed this was real.

I looked at Hermione with the same tearful fears in her eyes and frightened body language.

"You have to find her, Hermione... you have to break this curse in order to save my son." Mum wailed talking hold of both of Hermione's hands. And squeezing them firmly into her distressing grips.

Hermione choked back her sobs questioning mum. "Is Madame Dorinda still alive?!" Mum shook her head yes. And whispered, "She's hiding in the Americas."

"Bloody hell, Mum, it's almost the twenty-first century, you can say America or the states for crying out loud." I thought to myself, knowing I'd get my head bitten off, if I dared speak in my sarcastic ways now.

"I promise you and Mr. Malfoy, I'll find her. I'll break the curse... Because I am unconditionally in love with your son. And I would never hurt him or your family, ever. In this life or the next." Hermione lovingly cried and I kissed her cheek. Still not believing one bit of this shit. I mean come on...

Suddenly... I felt extremely nauseous and dizzy. I pulled myself together, shaking it off, not mentioning a word of this to the crying lot before me. Even my father was joining in on the sorrow.

Maybe this was a true tall tale? If so, we were going to need all the help we could get. And promptly...

"Mum, Father... we will leave immediately for this journey. I'll call on Blaise to help us."

Hermione turned to look at me with a frown not liking the idea. I assured her, "He'll be fine, I swear to it."

"Fine, if you're going to have a friend accompanying us, then I'm going to ask Harry to help us too." Hermione boldly stated.

"Excuse me?" I arrogantly spurned in a huff, not even believing she even mentioned his name to me...

"You heard right, Draco." Hermione folded her arms in defying my rejections. Glaring at me with her addicting hot temper...

"Draco, you need all the help you can get. I think it's a wonderful idea." Mum made her thoughts aloud as I rolled my eyes knowing I wasn't going to win.

"I'll agree. For you..." I defeatedly declared, kissing Hermione and expressing another idea. "We should send an owl for them to meet us tonight for dinner. But not actually explaining who they're dining with..."

"That's perfect! Like a blind triple date, with all of us and our significant others." Hermione's voice raised with excitement.

"Should be a sight to see..." Father egotistically gloated with a chuckle.

Mum was still in hysterics worried for my life. Hermione comforted her again, making me realize I was the luckiest wizard on the planet to have her as the love of my life, to look beyond her past with my family and beginning another chapter.

"Thank you, Hermione. I knew you'd be the one to break this curse one day." Mum peculiarly confirmed?

"How could you have?" Hermione attentively asked.

"Because a mother knows her son. He's always loved you, Hermione. My worst fears came true knowing this and knowing that I might lose him because of it. But I know now, what a warrior you are... and I'm no longer afraid." Mum gasped clutching her throat.

Hermione and mum hugged as I about fell over from their embraces not believing my eyes.

Our lives were just drastically changing everyday. And for the better.

Hopefully... according to my mum's vivid witching imagination. I just prayed this really was a hoax...

Oooooohhh!!!! What's going to happen?!? Stay tuned!! Love y'all!!! 😍😍😘😘